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Don't sing a song of perfect sadness Don't glorify these waking dreams Don't give a voice to all that withers Don't satisfy these vacant themes Sing songs of purpose Ones they feel in earnest Long after the furnace claims you You know the motives of the pigeons on the back porch You know the secrets of the kissing cousins, I'm sure You are a stream of consciousness You are the creed of Solomon Fabled mother Squeeze your utters Drown me with indifference Weaken my ambition Fabled mother Put me under Cellular invasion Feed me innovation Tap me into all the great debates before I fall to pieces Growing ever fond of my denial Make it count, don't let this holy water go to waste SongtexteI've got to give you something you can taste Burning down the back of your throat, ignite the flame Melt away sensations bound to yesterday Got got got got, you got to feel this rain It heals like holy water (Holy water) Got got, you got to feel this rain It heals like holy water (Holy water) Fabled mother Squeeze your utters Drown me with indifference Weaken my ambition Fabled mother Put me under Cellular invasion Feed me innovation My heart is wide and I take it in take it in Glory divine and I take it in, take it in My eyes are open with unthinkable compassion Pray I remember long enough to gain some traction Make it count, don't let this holy water go to waste I've got to give you something you can taste Burning down the back of your throat, ignite the flame Melt away sensations bound to yesterday Got got got got, you got to feel this rain It heals like holy water (Holy water) Got got, you got to feel this rain It heals like holy water (Holy water) My oldest habits creep Dispersing their disease Suffocating divination Can I cling to any sliver of acute serenity Before the plunge? Will you remember (Will you remember) Will you remember me? Will you remember (Will you remember) Will you remember me? Aus Songtexte Mania